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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.