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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Depeche Mode to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
CMW,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.