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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Audionom to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.