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 India and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Franke,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.