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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
Brick,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.