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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.