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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.