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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the rap 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Make Up,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.