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 Thailand 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.