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 France and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Faust,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.