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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fall to the jazz 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.