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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Scion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
The Names,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.