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 Zimbabwe 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 harpsichord 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 Monolake to the grime 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.