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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.