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 Liberia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.