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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 David Bowie to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.