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 Syria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.