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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.