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 Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 ABBA to the disco 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.