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 Belize and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 the Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
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.