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 Tajikistan 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Dennis Brown to the techno 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Mars,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.