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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.