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 Antigua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.