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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.