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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Ultravox to the crunk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.