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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 The Toasters to the grime 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Pagans,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.