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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
Magazine,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.