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 Italy and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.