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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 arpeggiator 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 Zapp to the crunk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.