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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.