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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Parry Music to the techno 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Chrome,
The Cure,
MC5,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.