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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Yaz to the crunk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.