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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.