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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap 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.