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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Organ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.