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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Can,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.