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 Ireland and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
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 guitar 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Rakim,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.