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 Mongolia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Make Up to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.