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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Nas,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.