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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
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 Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.