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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Howard Jones to the rap 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.