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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.