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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.