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 Grenada and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.