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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neon Judgement to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
The Human League,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.