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 Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grauzone 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.