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 Maldives and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ultra Naté to the grime 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.