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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Mandrill to the grime 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.