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 Albania and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.