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 Turkmenistan and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Wings to the rock 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.