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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.