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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.