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 Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 the Normal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.