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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.