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 France and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.