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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Joe Finger to the funk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.