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 Chile and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the funk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.