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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Skarface to the disco 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Can,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.