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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.