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 Bahamas 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.