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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Joe Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.