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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Womack 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
Monks,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.