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 Malawi and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Tommy Roe to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
10cc,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.