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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.