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 Libya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.