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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.