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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.