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 Czech Republic 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.