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 Serbia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.