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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Bauhaus to the crunk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.