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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.