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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.