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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.