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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Metal Thangz to the dance 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.