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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 clarinet 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 Audionom 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Technova,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Deepchord,
Index,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.