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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
MC5,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.