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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.