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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 Delhi and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiohead to the rap 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.