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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.