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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.