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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 The Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.