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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.