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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Buckinghams to the rock 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.