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 Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.