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 Canada and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.