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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.