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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.