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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 organ 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.