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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.