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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Andrew Hill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.