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 Honduras and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.