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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.