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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Germs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.