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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.