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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
The Index,
Neu!,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.