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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 The Black Dice to the techno 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
Nas,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.