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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.