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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.