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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Television,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.