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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.