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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Gories,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.