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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.