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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 B.T. Express to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Television,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.