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 Tunisia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
cv313,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.