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 Brazil and from Delhi.
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 Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.