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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 The Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
June Days,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.