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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.