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 Laos 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
the Normal,
cv313,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.