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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.