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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Lyres,
UT,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.