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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Babytalk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.