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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 T. Rex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.