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 Portugal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Move to the grunge 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
a-ha,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.