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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 The Mummies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Faust,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.