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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.