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 Korea North and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Sun City Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Faust,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
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.