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 Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Alphaville to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.