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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.