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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scion to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.