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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.