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 Malawi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.