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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Harmonia to the dance 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
New Order,
Technova,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.