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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Suicide to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.