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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
10cc,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.