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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chrome to the jazz 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.