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 Swaziland 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.