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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Wings,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.