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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.