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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.