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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Henry Cow to the funk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Can,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.