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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.