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 Liberia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 snare 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 JFA to the dance 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s 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 Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
Nas,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.