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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.