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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.