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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.