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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index 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?
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.