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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the disco 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.