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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Smog,
Scion,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.