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 Bulgaria 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Crime,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.