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 Laos and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fania All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.