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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Nico,
ABC,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.