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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
the Sonics,
UT,
The Move,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Q65,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.