Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.