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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stiv Bators to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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?
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.