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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Amazonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.