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 Australia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
MDC,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.