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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 the Fania All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.