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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Brass Construction to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
cv313,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.