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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Max Romeo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.