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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 The Skatalites 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.