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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Livin' Joy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Warsaw,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.