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 Kenya 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 The Real Kids to the funk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
AZ,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.