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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the disco 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.