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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.