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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.