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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.