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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Godley & Creme to the techno 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.