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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the techno 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.