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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Organ to the funk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.