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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.