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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 Manila and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.