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 China and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.