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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Smog,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.