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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.