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 Nepal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.