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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.