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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Wings,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.