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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 theremin 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 The Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.