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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.