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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Sällskapet 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.