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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Surgeon to the funk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.