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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Aswad to the jazz 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Wings,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.