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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.