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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.