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 Palau 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.