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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Wings,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.