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 Slovenia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.