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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 grime 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.