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 Maldives and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson to the techno 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
PIL,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.