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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Minutemen to the disco 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.