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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.