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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Josef K to the disco 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.