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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.