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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.