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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.