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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Maurizio to the techno 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.