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 Laos and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Al Stewart to the crunk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Scion,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.