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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.