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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 guitar 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 Schoolly D to the techno 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.