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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.