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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.