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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Wire,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.