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 Indonesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.