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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Unwound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.