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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
John Holt,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.