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 Iraq and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Bronski Beat to the techno 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
The Doors,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.