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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arcadia to the jazz 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
John Cale,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.