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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Minor Threat to the jazz 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.