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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.