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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.