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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Darondo to the electroclash 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.