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 South Africa and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.