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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.