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 Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
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 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 Quando Quango to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.