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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.