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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.