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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Procol Harum to the grime 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.