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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Country Teasers to the techno 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.