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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Hashim to the rock 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.