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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 The Cure to the techno 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
UT,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.