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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.