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 Venezuela 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quadrant to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.