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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
The Martian,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.