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 Liberia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the techno 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.