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 Malta and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Holt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.