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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.