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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Outsiders to the dance 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.