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 Moldova 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Pierre Henry to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.