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 India and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
Can,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.