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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Wings,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.