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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.