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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The Mojo Men to the techno 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.