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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 The Grass Roots 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.