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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead C to the disco 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Darondo,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.