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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.