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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.