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 Cameroon and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the rock 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
June Days,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.