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 Niger and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the grunge 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.