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 Japan 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.