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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings 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?
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Quantec,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.