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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Average White Band to the grime 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Ituana,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
DNA,
PIL,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.