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 Zambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.