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 Paraguay 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.