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 Morocco 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.