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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.