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 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.