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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.