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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Negative Approach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.