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 Taiwan 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.