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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sandy B to the grime 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.