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 Poland 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the punk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.