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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.