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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Popol Vuh to the grime 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.