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 Qatar and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.