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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.