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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Audionom to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.