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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.