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 Montenegro and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
PIL,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.