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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 The Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.