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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Black Pus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.