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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Selecter 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Swans,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
X-102,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.