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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flesh Eaters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
The Standells,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.