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 Suriname 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.