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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.