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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
Fear,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.