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 Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.