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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.