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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 John Holt 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Fall,
Smog,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.