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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.