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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders 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 funk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.