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 Namibia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Hardrive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.