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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Terry Callier to the grunge 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.