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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Bronski Beat to the grime 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
JFA,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.