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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stetsasonic to the punk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
The Names,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.