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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Graham Central Station to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Q65,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.