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 Tonga 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camouflage to the dance 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
MC5,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Section 25,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.