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 Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Hoover to the electroclash 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.