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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Max Romeo to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
June Days,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.