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 Haiti and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Q65,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.