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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.