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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
a-ha,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.