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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
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 Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Yellowson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
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.