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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Divine Comedy to the grime 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.