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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angry Samoans 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.