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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 One Last Wish to the crunk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Index,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.