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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s 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 Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.