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 St Lucia and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.