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 Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.