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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.