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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.