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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Associates to the dance 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.