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 Chad and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.