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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Wake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.