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 Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.