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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Patti Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Quantec,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.