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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.