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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.