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 Yemen and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.