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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 This Heat to the grunge 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.