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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Gang of Four to the punk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.