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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Swans,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Can,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.