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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Technova,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.