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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Yellowson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.