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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Grey Daturas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
X-101,
Smog,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.