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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Trumans Water to the grime 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.