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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Maleditus Sound 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Japan,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.