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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultravox to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.