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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 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 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
ABC,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.