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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Can to the electroclash 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.