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 Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Groovy Waters to the techno 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.