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 Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.