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 San Marino and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Swell Maps to the dance 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.