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 Canada and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Alison Limerick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.