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 Ukraine 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Technova to the techno 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.