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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
ABC,
AZ,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.