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 Sri Lanka and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.