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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Interpol,
The Wake,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.