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 Canada 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wire to the grunge 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Japan,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
Audionom,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Skaos,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.