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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.