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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Nas,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.