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 Belarus and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up to the disco 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Technova,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
PIL,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.