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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Slits 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
MC5,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.