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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.