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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 The Wake to the grime 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.