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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 The J.B.'s to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.