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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.