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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.