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 Greece and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.