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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Brick,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.