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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.