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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.