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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.