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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.