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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Warren Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.