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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 The Evens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.