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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.