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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.