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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mandrill to the electroclash 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.