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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 K-Klass to the crunk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.