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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.