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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Soulsonic Force 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Nico,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.