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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dead C to the rap 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.