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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.