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 Syria and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.