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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Buzzcocks to the grime 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Gong,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.