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 Nepal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Bronski Beat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.