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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.