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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.