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 Tunisia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
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 organ 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 The Smiths to the techno 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.