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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.