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 Iraq and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cure to the rock 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.