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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.