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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.