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 France and from Tehran.
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 Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Skriet to the punk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Nico,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.