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 Haiti and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Scrapy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
The Associates,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.