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 Italy and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.