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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.