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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.