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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Bluetip to the grunge 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.