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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Swans,
The Victims,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.