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 Israel and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott 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?
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.