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 Argentina and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Eurythmics to the crunk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
AZ,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.