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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Roxy Music to the rap 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.