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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
The Evens,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Smog,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.