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 Niger and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Pus to the crunk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.