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 Finland and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Magma to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Zapp,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.