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 South Africa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.