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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Infiniti 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical 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.