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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pussy Galore to the grime 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.