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 Moldova and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.