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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Crime,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.