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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
The Index,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.