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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
PIL,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.