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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.