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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
ABC,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.