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 Lithuania 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.