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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Technova,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.