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 Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Red Krayola to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.