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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.