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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
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 linndrum 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.