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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.