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 Qatar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Index to the grunge 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Swans,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.