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 St Lucia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pagans to the punk 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.