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 Australia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mark Hollis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.