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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Franke,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.