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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
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.