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 Malta and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.