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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 The Birthday Party to the crunk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Niagra,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.