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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.