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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michelle Simonal 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.