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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Pole to the dance 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.