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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.