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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 sitar 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 Pole to the rock 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.