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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.