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 Sweden and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.