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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
10cc,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.