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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.