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 Canada and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Q65,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.