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 Somalia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Marc Almond to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.