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 Belarus and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.