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 Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toasters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.