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 Morocco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 harpsichord 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.