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 Sweden 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 rhodes 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 Fall to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.