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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Index,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Magma,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.