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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.