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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Ten City,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.