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 Yemen and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Smog to the jazz 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.