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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Urselle,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.