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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the grime 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Organ,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.