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 Austria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Cecil Taylor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.