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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.