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 Mali and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.