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 Belarus 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Residents to the punk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
the Human League,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.