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 Djibouti and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
Visage,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
MC5,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.