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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Martian to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.