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 Vanuatu 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Organ,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.