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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Model 500 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
cv313,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.