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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.