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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 rhodes 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
X-101,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Television,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.