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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Ponytail to the crunk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.