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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.