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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 harpsichord 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 Pulsallama to the crunk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.