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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Real Kids to the crunk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses 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?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.