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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
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 organ 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 Slick Rick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Nas,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Arcadia,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.