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 Samoa and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.