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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 48th St. Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Interpol,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.