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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Junior Murvin 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.