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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.