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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 David Axelrod 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.