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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 The Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.