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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
the Slits,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.