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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the crunk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.