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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.