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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.