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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
the Association,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.