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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Little Man to the grime 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.