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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Albert Ayler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.