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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.