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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.