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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the disco 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
AZ,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.