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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.