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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.