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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Faraquet to the crunk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.