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 Lille.
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 1966 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 Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
New Order,
Brick,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.