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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.