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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Pylon,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.