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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Josef K to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.