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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.