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 Canada and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.