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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
PIL,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.