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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Parry Music to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.