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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sugar Minott to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.