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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.