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 Palau and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Reagan Youth to the grime 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.