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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the funk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Brick,
New Order,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.