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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the dance 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.