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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.