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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
The Names,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.