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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.