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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.