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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.