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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.