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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.