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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bar-Kays to the grunge 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.