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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Loose Ends to the punk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.