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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grunge 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren 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?
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.