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 Australia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.