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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 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 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 Drexciya to the funk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.