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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.