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 Nepal and from Columbus.
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 Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.