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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.