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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
The Move,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
X-101,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.