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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.