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 Palau 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.