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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.