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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
The Move,
Magma,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.