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 Mongolia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Names to the funk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.