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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.