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 Paraguay and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Los Fastidios to the techno 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.