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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Slave,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.