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 Japan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
The Human League,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.