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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.