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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Can,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.