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 Australia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Brick,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.