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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Henry Cow to the grime 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.