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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.