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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tomorrow to the dance 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.