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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Bowie to the techno 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.