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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.