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 Pakistan 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 Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.