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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.