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 Madagascar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Green to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.