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 Gambia and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Rapeman to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Q65,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.