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 Gabon and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 The Angels of Light to the grunge 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.