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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.