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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Jandek,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.