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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.