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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.