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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.