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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
Japan,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.