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 Singapore and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Henry Cow to the disco 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
Monks,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.