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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.