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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 The Vogues to the dance 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.