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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Pus to the techno 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.