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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scrapy to the crunk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.