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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Martian 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.