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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
ABBA,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.