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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Leaves to the crunk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Faust,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.