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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.