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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Qualms,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.