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 Argentina and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 sitar 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 Oblivians to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Television,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.