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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.