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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Whodini,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Smog,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.