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 Guinea and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Ronan,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Fear,
New Order,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.