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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.