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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 The Techniques to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.