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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vainqueur to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.