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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The New Christs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Franke,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.