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 India and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Smiths,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.