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 Zambia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.