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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.