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 Niger and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.